Monday 10:02 a.m.
I’ve been cleaning and scrubbing my bathroom. I’m still wheezing, short of breath and sweating. I keep taking little breaks to drink water, wipe the sweat and all that jazz. I’m so sick of congestion!
I’m done in the bathroom and now I just have to put everything back. After that I’m cleaning the bedroom, then working outside to put the winter cover on the patio umbrella and faucets and put away the patio furniture. Then I’m taking the dog for a walk. Let’s hope I get it done and don’t faint.
As expected, the bathroom cleaning job has morphed into doing a whole bunch of related things. It has snowballed and gaining quickly as I roll along. Mike has been on the phone all morning with his siblings. Their mom’s cognitive status is declining fast and she’s need round-the-clock supervision now. She’s starting to wander the neighborhood and forgetting where she is, what time/ day it is. She’s left the gas on her stove numerous times. She’s forgetting to eat and drink. She’s stopped taking her pills. She’s randomly flying into a rage. She’s misplacing money, checks, bills, etc…